She bends

by xene - Not entered

She bends
To stroke the rose
That warmed in sweetest light,
It's curling velvet petals
Shine full
In Glorious black.

By the rose
Sits she
Who sighs as it nods back
When in the wind it seems to sway
With the hummingbird's
Soft song

And everyday is she
By rose and watery glass
To nurse with clear cold handfuls
Her poisoned
Bud

Her rose knows not of her
Nothing allows it to
It'll bleed with thorned indifference
her wanting outreached finger

For roses dug in beds
That bear not the maiden's name
Cannot belong to her.

The maiden only sits there
To live its sweet perfume

Reason for writing:

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Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-05-17 14:00:51
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:27
Poem ID: 47123

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